THE MUSEYou owe me. Pay up. According to my accounts, you have...
CASUAL FRIENDSend lies to the people listed below....
THE AWARDS COMMITTEEThis is to notify you that--but what's the use?...
THE WISEThe world could fall to pieces with no notice....
UNCLE ALA chicken is a touchy creature....
THE OTHERSHere where we live the lines are down and the surprises build into snowbanks...
DANNYDusty Clinton Township kids making paper roosters and snowball...
SAMUEL RENSBERGER I am your grandfather's grandfather and through my wakeless sleep I dream...
OLD NEIGHBOREast across low muddy fields and behind the screening trees you can see...
THE WORM COUNCILWe call your attention to worms. Though sweeping ice age disaster...
THE HERONI flew in down by the round deep pond behind your house...
WITNESSI saw the largest moon ever rise huge bright yellow, sailing where it cared to...
Dear Eric,
East across low muddy fields and behind the screening trees you
can see smoke from my chimney. The same thick creek that floods
your lawn makes a turn by my porch.
Someone full of knowledge built this house. Walls join like
bone to gristle, the foundation is a syllogism of stone.
It is private. No lane leads here from the road. Twisted
woods keep out visitors on foot. There are no doors and the
windows will not yield to any bashing I can muster.
I have lived here who knows how long, ever since I met the
one who said "Come with me; I will show you something secret
and perfect . . ."
Old Neighbor
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